I need to feel it all
All the pain and the sorrow
All the promises of tomorrow
I need to test it out
Broken must be fixed
The lies must be brought
to the surface
For me to continue to exist
The battle has just begun
Yet, I feel like I am upon
the final stand
Sometimes I feel like I
cannot change
I am what I am
But I oppose that
On sleepless nights
Gripping myself tight at midnight
Questioning why
I am not alright
-K
YOU ARE READING
Melancholy Dreams
PuisiMy poetry is an extension of myself. Every time I write, I stain the page with portions of my thoughts and emotions. Pieces of my former self lie in the stanzas. What is left is the current version of myself. This is my story, more or less.
